There's been some kind of rift at Mud coffee. I spotted this familiar truck on 14th and 5th, but it said Love, not Mud. The Mud partners have apparently split--one to the earthbound Mudspot and one to the streets. Now the coffee you'll find on four wheels is Love Street Coffee: "Same truck, same orange color," said the coffee man, "but with a different logo and a bit of pink."
In what way does the coming arrival of a "huge, 26,500 foot, three-level glass box" containing an American Eagle Outfitters signify that the "long vacant former Howard Johnson Restaurant in Times Square is finally coming back to life"? [Post via Racked]
I haven't heard much from the Breslin Hotel battlefront--until today, when alerted to its sealed fate as a hipster hotel. So what happens now to all the live-in tenants? [Curbed] [NY Times]
The big, fat newborn baby Chase at 18th and 6th looked forlorn last night, with the new desks not yet cluttered by occupants, the computer monitors still sealed, the detritus of a Dunkin Donuts-fueled celebration--and this rather depressingly hopeful whiteboard note: "Welcome 6th Ave and 18th St Team to Our Vision Day." What sort of visions dance in the heads of the Chase team? You can bet it's got nothing to do with sugar-plums.
I've been having trouble lately finding a good place to get a cheap, tasty burger in the East Village while enjoying a little ambiance. At night, McSorley's is the Ninth Circle of Hell. Teresa's is dead. What's left? McDonald's. [NMNL]
Speaking of EV food, tell me why the Gossip Girls are eating Veselka pierogis. [Gothamist]
The MTA is featuring lightboxes filled with Saul Leiter's photographs in the Bryant Park station. Leiter's work includes some of the few color images you'll find of New York in the 1950s -- a strangely under-photographed era. Looking at these pictures soothes my spleen. [MTA]